Chips: 5 things
1.) REALLY late update. sorry
2.) I would like to adress a typo from the last chapter. I said "that most of this chapter is long and boring."
I ment "that most of this STORY is boring." sorry again
3.) Oxyphyr, if you reading this, i found something we have in common.
We can get bored of our storys easily.
Blitz: So your bored of the story...
Chips: You can blame my ADHD. Which transitions to...
4.) My bordom has gotten to a point where i can't write this without wanting to gnaw on my face
Blitz: ...
Chips: So be ready NOT to see any thing past this point for a while. And...
5.) What the crap is wrong with you people! there are over 250 hits on this story, but 1 REVEIW! And i know most of you have seen my profile, so you should know that... I. NEED. HELP!
Blitz: You can say that again
Chips: Shut up. I really don't care if you guys answer the questions, those things are just for fun. Just give some tips so I know wether I need to get better... or go to plan B.
Blitz: Which is?
Chips: Become a Music Producer ^_^
Disclaimer:
I only own MY charachters
Other characters are the property of their respective owner(s).
If you don't like the story, read another one
And i can't stress this enough...
I have NEVER played any of the Legend games. I don't know how they talk and/or act. I just give it a wild guess off of what i've read so far.
Not even a minute later, Lucian found himself walking down the corridors of the city. Along side him, was a sea-foam green dragon, with a forest green underside.
"Ssooo…"
"'So', what?" countered Lucian.
"Oh, come on," Glade returned, "it's almost 'that time', do you have anyone in mind?"
"Well…"
"Wait, wait, let me guess. Umm… Krystal?"
"Na."
"Good cause she's mine."
Lucian suppressed a laugh.
"Umm… Terra."
"Nope."
"Umm…," then it dawned on him, "it not Sakura, is it?"
He just smirked.
"Do you have any idea how much her family's gonna hate that…"
He was cut off, "It gets to a point where I just don't care anymore, Glade. I mean, it's like we're ment to be together, you know?"
"No."
"(sigh) why'd I even ask."
GONG
GONG
GONG
"It's a meeting," realized Lucian.
Then, the P.A. switched on.
((for the sake of the story, lets just say they have inter-com systems over there))
"Would all dragons ages 14 to 22, please make your way to the Main Hall. All dragons 14 to 22, please come to the Main Hall. Thank you."
"Well," said Glade, "you heard the voice, lets go."
They made their way to the main hall.
In the meadows of Avalar, two dragon were flying around, as they were racing each other.
One, had black scales, with ruby underside and wings. She had five horns on her head; all pointing back. At the tip of her tail was a sharp, sickle-like blade.
The other, was purple, with golden-yellow everything else. He, although, only had two horns on the top of his, which curved up at the end.
"I'm beating you," Cynder said in a sing-song tone.
"Not for long!" Spyro replied and sped up towards the dragoness.
They have been flying for a few hours now, and so far, Cynder had the upper hand. She was the fastest of the two of them. But, Spyro thought of something clever… and a little drastic. He flew up sharply, to the point that, when she turned around, she couldn't see him.
"Spyro?"
No answer.
She started to look around her, "Spyro? Come on, it's not funny!" She even looked below herself.
She barely had any time to think about looking up, when an object collided on top of her, sending both plummeting towards the ground. She noticed the meadows got ever so close until…
Her would be attacker opened his wings to slow the fall. Before she knew it, they were soaring completely parallel with the ground. They landed in the field.
"That was a really Stupid move, Spyro," she said with a chuckle.
"It was the only way to catch up to you," a smirk wiped on his face.
She smiled back, "So your saying I beat you?"
"You wish."
They both collapsed as exhaustion caught up to them.
"How long have we been going at it?" she asked.
"Probably a few hours."
"It feel like only minutes."
"Well… time flies."
They stayed there, laying on their back, looking up at the clouds. Spyro turned his head and gazed at Cynder, admiring her beautiful scales, glimmering in the sunlight. There was something about her, he just couldn't explain it. He kept staring, until she turned to him.
"Something wrong?"
He snapped out of his trance, "Uh?"
"You were staring."
"Oh, sorry."
"Don't be. I… kinda liked it."
They smiled at each other, then returned their gaze to the clouds.
"I still can believe we survived."
"I know," he replied, "hey by the way, do you remember what happened after we defeated Malefor?"
She looked at him, "Why, you don't remember?"
"It's just a haze."
"Well, you tried to get me to leave, and I refused…"
"I remember that much."
"Then you started to… glow with energy, the world started to form back together, and…"
A pause.
"And What?"
'Should I say it?,' she thought to her self. 'How would he react? What would he say?'
At this point, he was watching her with concern.
"Cynder?"
She snapped out of her thought, "Umm… that's it."
"Are you sure?"
"Y-Yeah. Oh by the way," she tried to change the subject, "you think we should be getting to Warfang?"
"Oh jeez, I completely forgot about that. They're probably wondering if we're still alive."
"In that case," she quickly got up and became airborne.
"HEY, no fair!"
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Until next time :P